I don't think that passenger seat
Has ever looked this good to me
He tells me about his night
I count the colours in his eyes
I shuddered as I pulled my jacket around me and tried to ignore the pounding rain bouncing off the pavement, soaking my hair and making my eyeliner run. It was all my idiot brother's fault really. He was supposed to be picking me up from the radio station where I was doing my work experience two days a week – it's only a mile away from his place after all. And what does he do? Gets pissed after some secret gig this afternoon. He was in no fit state to drive anywhere when I called him angrily demanding where he was. And I didn't bring any spare money for a taxi, or even a bus, because I didn't think I'd need it.
Pulling my baseball cap down over my face in the vain hope that it might do some good and stop me from getting completely soaked, I kept walking, facing straight ahead, trying to ignore the car that was slowing down beside me. I wasn't about to stop for it. It was probably some right weirdo or something. They usually are, aren't they?
"Jen!" I thought I heard my name, but maybe I was imagining it. Cautiously glancing up, I noticed that the car had stopped beside me and the driver was leaning over towards the passenger window, which he had opened enough to let his voice out, but not enough to get the seat soaked. Stopping for a moment, I heard my name being called again, and I looked at the driver. My heart stopped when I saw him. It was my big brother's bandmate (and the object of my affections), Tom.
"Get in!" He called, and obediently, I opened the passenger door. I didn't need to be asked twice. I swear, I don't think I've ever been so relieved to sit in a car before.
"Thanks." I said as I pulled the door shut, and he smiled at me. That smile that usually made me shiver inside.
"Couldn't have you walking back in the cold. You're freezing!" He replied, turning the heating up and starting the car up again. "Have a good time at the radio station?" He asked, and I nodded.
"Yeah, it was great. There's so much to learn, though!" I exclaimed and it was his turn to nod. "I'm looking forward to these next few weeks, though. Even if it means spending four days a week with you lot!" I joked, and he laughed slightly.
"We're not that bad! Well, your brother maybe..."
"Anyway, how was your gig last night? And this morning, come to think of it." I asked, dying to change the subject.
"Great! Both of them, they were such small, intimate places. Only about fifty people there. There were some hot girls there too." He added, and I felt my heart ache a little, but I tried not to show it. "Though none as fit as you." He finished, and I felt myself blush, but I turned my head towards the window so he wouldn't see. He didn't mean it. I mean, he had a girlfriend, however much of a gold-digger she was. He wasn't interested in me, he just flirted with every girl that paid him any attention. People say that Harry and Danny have the biggest reputations as ladies' men, but behind closed doors, it was Tom who turned out to be the biggest man-whore in the band. No wonder, though. He had the most gorgeous brown eyes. I studied them while he was concentrating on the road, counting how many different shades there were. They were so deep, I could fall right into them.
"Home sweet home." He awoke me from my thoughts of him and his sexiness, and I looked up to see the house looming before us. "Hope you brought some party clothes this weekend." He said as he pulled out his mobile.
"No, why?" I asked, and he nodded towards the door as he spoke into his mobile.
"Hey, can you come and give us a hand with the booze? By the way, I found your sister. Think she's pissed off at you." He winked at me, and I started to get out of the car. "Just go in, Dan will help with this stuff." He told me, and I wandered into the house, passing my beloved brother on the way in.